Pictures can be pretty deceptive.

Quitting’s not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy.” “Really? Was that how you quit me?

I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

In that twisted incestuous way of fate, Mia's a part of our history, and we're among the shards of her legacy.

What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?